Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos High definition broadcast of attitude It's like she wants me to know She's got nothing left to lose, me too Little bag
Well sweetness, I love it when you wrap me up I'm a drowning man for the third time Twenty one gun salute in your flag of mercy Preparing my body for
proud of We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs To get you out of your rut Yes, we're lost in America In America Yes, we're lost in America
If you had your way, you would be mine But this beautiful ache is all that you find You've got your life we missed our time Such a passionate crime You
Ol' Babe Ruth, he was a drunkard just like me He lived it high, and he lived it low Staggered down the New York streets They throw him out the pub, when
I didn't reach out 'cause I didn't need saving I wasn't drowning, I was just waving I apologize for the misunderstanding But I wasn't falling, I was just
A born killer Bitter and twisted Taking it out On your mother and sister White lie I've been a bad boy Does anyone know the way Out of the freak show
On the six O clock flight It takes all my might To find the reasons why I'm buckling in To leave you again From the corner of my eye I see a perfect
I can't believe it What my eyes are seeing When the big wheel stops turning There's nothing left to believe in Release me from this moment Because I
All is quiet on the Western front, There appears to be a lull. John and Jane Doe are sleeping well tonight With the little thoughts inside their skulls
Превод: Маккейн, Едвин. Загубен в Америка.
Showed up in a sleeve of tattoos High definition broadcast of attitude Its like she want me to know Shes got nothing left to loose...Me too Little bag
Ol' Babe Ruth, he was a drunker, just like me He lived it high and he lived it low, And staggered down the New York streets They'd throw him out the
Well sweetness I love it, when you wrap me up I'm a drowning man for the third time Twenty-one gun salute in your flag of mercy Preparing my body for
I cant believe it But my eyes they see it When the big wheel stops turning Theres nothing left to believe in Release me From this moment Cause i cant
lost in America And this land we're so proud of We got the cars, the girls, the money, the drugs To get you out of your rut Yes, we're lost in America
If you had your way You would be mine With this beautiful ache Is all that you find You got your life We missed our time Such a passionate crime You
